Wednesday, September 23, 2009

I've had a couple of bad days. Last night my cat of 14 years was euthanized. That sucked. Really sucked. I've lost pets before but this was a tough one for me. I've never stayed in the room - although my vet just lets you stay for the sedation part and once the pet is asleep (literally), you leave the room and he finishes the procedure. It's hitting me harder this evening I think.

Then tonight on my commute home I was having a conversation with my niece (she's an adult - 38 years old), when she starts having a reaction to some injections she had in her neck for a disc issue. She tells me she needs to turn around and go back to the hospital. She's driving in Boston and I'm 75 miles away in western Mass. I call her back a few minutes later and she's gasping for air, saying the something about an ambulance, and having a hell of time trying to getting the words out. I pull the car over, scared out of my mind, and tell her stay on the phone with me. Then in an instant she's gone. I call her mother (my sister) - no answer. I call my other niece - no answer. By now my hands are shaking as I call my sister again who finally answers and calls my niece's husband. My niece had somehow already called him and he was on his way to the hospital to meet up with her. As it turns out, the muscles in her neck had swelled from all of the injections. I don't have the whole story yet, but am so relieved and thankful that she is going to be ok. That really scared the shit out of me.

I'm heading off to bed with the dogs and hiding under the covers. Right after I get done keeping my other cat company, who right now is missing her brother something fierce.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

I pass this restaurant every day on my way to and from work. I notice it because of the name.

Right next to the restaurant is a strip club. I notice it because of the colorful neon sign. If you think the outside is a little tacky, you should see the inside. Just kidding. The inside actually isn't too bad.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

The new gym equipment has been delivered and set up. One treadmill? Check! One elliptical? Check? One big bum? Check!

The original equipment, one ab machine, a treadclimber, a total gym, and a heavy bag (not shown) are there as well. They were just not any fun. And they were not working (you actually have to use them to see any improvement.) So it's let's keep the old and bring in the new!

This is the most important piece of equipment - the beer fridge. It is strategically placed next to the ab LOUNGER (caps intentional). The new equipment came with a couple of cup holders so we should be all set.

I'm gearing up for some exercise later today by eating chocolate covered espresso beans and drinking a soda now.

All kidding aside, I am seriously going to try to get back in shape. I used to go to the gym 3-4 times a week at one point when I lived in Boston. Since I've moved out here however, the long commute has given me a big excuse to plop myself on the couch at night.

And just to put it all out there - here goes - the last time I got on the scale (last week) it read 157.7. And, at 5' 6 and a half " I want to weigh 135. So wish me luck. I think this blog will hopefully keep my honest and therefore motivated.

Saturday, September 12, 2009

I so want to thank you for your total lack of respect for other's property. I've always said, why drive 20 extra feet to turn around in a driveway when you can just pull a u-ey on someone's grass.

I wish I had looked out the window when I heard you speeding down the street. Not that I could have done anything to reverse the brain damage from which you currently suffer, but at least I could have given you the 'ol one finger salute and swore at you under my breath (don't want to wake the neighbors - that would be impolite).

I would very much like to meet you so I can place my foot up your ass. Sideways.

Enjoy the rest of your weekend and please try to keep your tires on the road dickhead.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

My 84 year old mother, who weighs about 90 pounds soaking wet, told me during our phone conversation today that I needed to lose weight. Something about beer and calories, long commutes, chips and dip, no exercise, blah blah blah blah.

I didn't think that was very nice. So I'm making her assemble some new exercise equipment when it arrives on Tuesday. That will teach her. I hope she doesn't have a hard time getting that treadmill and elliptical machine down to the basement. I don't want to see any scratches on the wall or on the machines. Tell me I need to lose weight.... Hmmph.

~~~~Martini Cartwheels~~~~

About Me

Some people dance like no one is watching. I prefer to blog like no one is reading. Because no one probably is.
Every once in a while an irreverent post may pop up that makes fun of life and things generally regarded as serious. That's because we are not here for a long time, we a here for a good time. And because I can be a smart ass.
So let's shake things up, shall we?